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PLAY Pt. 7 (OUAW Horror Fanfic)
*Kremy held Hootsie tightly as the lumbering form of the monstrosity before them, which mimicked not just Torbek, but Torbek's Other specifically, chuckled sadistically, moving onto all fours and moving closer, ever so slowly, savoring the fear and panic on their faces*
*Kremy's eyes darted around the room, trying to think of some kind of way to escape this situation. His mind briefly thought to offering himself to them; but he couldn't offer his soul when it was already promised to the Baron - not to mention that he doubted creatures that went to -this- length to get Hootsie would be interested in someone completely different*
*He took a deep breath, staring the copy down with a fiery resolve* "You ain't gettin' her, no way. I'd rather die than let ya get her!" *He said, venom spat from his words. The beast's already wide grin only widened further, showing row upon row of jagged, sharp teeth, chuckling darkly* "Well mate...if you insist." *Hootsie whimpered, as the beast stood to his full height, touching the ceiling of the basement as he did so, drooling falling from his fangs. Kremy hushed Hootsie, softly whispering to her* "Don't look, okay? Just run."
*Just before the creature could strike a blow however, the snap of finger's was heard. The beast grunted, turning around to look at the entrance of the basement, in which stood Hootsie's false papa, partially shrouded in shadows as light spilled out from the gap* "No need to be playin' rough now, big brown." *'Papa' said, his tone as mocking as it was condescending. The beast's magenta button eyes glared daggers at 'papa' as he rumbled a deep growl* "Then stop fuckin' around. Just kill her already. We're gettin' real fuckin' impatient."
*'Papa' shook his head* "Tut tut. Ya know that's not how this works. Take our lil' unwelcomed guest inside, but -don't- harm him. Leave the lil' one to me." *While the pair were busy talking, Kremy made a quick motion with his cane, attempting to fire an Eldritch Blast at the false Torbek's back. 'Papa' saw this out of the corner of his eyes, and what should've been a burst of voodoo magic was instead replaced with a puff of purple and black confetti bursting out of his cane with a soft 'pop', the confetti landing pathetically upon the ground before him*
*Kremy stared down at the confetti for a long moment, eyes wide and mouth agape, truly beginning to realize just how damned they were. 'Papa' merely chuckled* "Ya don't need to be playin' rough neither. Ya just don't get it, do ya? Ya in -my- world now, not ya world." *He said, smirking devilishly as he mocked the Shadowman with his own words. Hootsie still clung to Kremy desperately as he stood there in shock, tears beginning to fall from the corners of his eyes. Finally, the hand that held his cane hung limply at his head, and he hung his head. All he could hope for now was that the Baron could pull some kind of loophole with their deal; perhaps when he died, the Baron would be able to save Hootsie himself - or perhaps he could send one of the others in his stead*
*All he could do for now though is hope, as the immense beast that was the false Torbek grabbed onto him with a hulking strength, easily pulling him away from Hootsie despite his attempts to hold onto her. Hoostie hooted and flailed her arms, tears streaming down her cheeks as she watched her uncle be pulled away until he was out of sight, leaving her alone with the terrible creature that claimed to be her father*
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*After briefly falling unconscious, Kremy awoke. He found himself in a small sewing room of some kind, with odd tools and needles hung up open the walls, pitch black in color and seeming to be made from some kind of combination of enchanted metal and wood, as well as a large desk with numerous drawers, a loom sat upon its surface, and numerous wicker baskets containing scraps of cloth and leather. He quickly found that he was unable to move, despite the fact that he wasn't tied up or otherwise bound, he simply couldn't move*
*He sat there in silence for what felt like hours, but in reality, was just a few moments, everything he'd done wrong in the past day or so alone replaying over and over again in his head. He imagined his friends, sat back at the campsite, waiting for them to return, waiting hours, even days, hoping in vain they'd come back. He hadn't even had time to explain to them what he was doing or what this creature even was before the Baron pulled him into his realm; if they didn't come back, they'd not only be without them, but left wondering for the rest of their lives what even happened to them*
*Eventually, he was pulled out of this bout of self-loathing by the sound of the door creaking open. His eyes, which were the only thing he could currently move, darted towards the door, waiting with bated breath to see who it was. The sounds of metal dragging across wood echoed as the large figure entered, looming over him, and his gaze locked with the button eyes of yet another of these creatures; this one mimicking the form of his very own husband*